Page 17 of Pumpkin
His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls back then drives into me. I drop my head back and moan, my orgasm tantalizingly close. I hold on, knowing I need to wait until Fin tells me to let go. My body heats with each thrust. My mind feeling desperate and needy. And just as we’re about to explode, the lights come back on.
Someone screams.
And it’s not me.
“Fuck.” Fin pulls out and grabs his shirt, throwing it over me at warp speed. “What the hell are you doing back in the middle of the night?”
“I don’t know, Fin. What the fuck are you doing hammering into my best friend?”
Claire. Oh god. I can’t even make myself turn around. But I do, I find my horrified best friend standing about a yard away from my naked ass while her boyfriend tries to hide his smirk.Kill me now.
“It not like that,” Fin yells, pulling on his pants while I try desperately to disappear into nothingness. I regret knocking back magician camp that one summer now.
“You’re disgusting, Fin. You’ve known her since she was a little kid. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re almost old enough to be her father.”
“Excuse me?” Fin steps closer to her, his hands on his hips making his broad frame even wider. “I have given everything to you. When mom and dad died, I quit my life and raised you. And I don’t regret a single fucking moment of it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. But I’ve been lonely.”
“Lonely? You’ve had plenty of girlfriends.”
“Have I? Name one?”
She opens her mouth, closes it then opens it again, but no sound comes out.
“That’s right,” Fin says. “Because there haven’t been any. I’ve gone on a few dates but I’ve never had a girlfriend because you were my number one priority. And now that you’re grown, Petra has grown too. And—”
“That doesn’t mean you get to fuck my best friend,” she screeches, before spinning on her heel and running straight for the front door, exiting with a loud bang.
“Shit.” Fin runs after her, leaving me in nothing but a cotton shirt with Dave looking awkward.
“She doesn’t like change,” Dave says finally.
Biting my lip in an attempt to hold on to my emotions, I nod my understanding. Claire has never been good with change. I don’t know why we ever thought she’d accept this. “I should go and…” I thumb over my shoulder and Dave nods, the timer going off on the over as I gather all my clothes.
“Should I get that?” Dave asks.
“Please,” I say as I lock myself into the bathroom.
